There, not the wild plains, is where the animals learn to hunt and gather and where they play games with rhymes and trick dad with sneaky quick conversation. Grimbald notices an aging fellow with thinning hair colored salt and pepper with a disheveled beard. The guy runs into a nice lady who he recognizes from fifty or so years ago and she in turn greets him warmly. The animals have simultaneously depressed every button on every toy activating a chorus of machinery song and noise. Grimbald believes the two were a former item back when she could fit in a bikini and he was rebellious.